“Sister,” said the spy, “we’ll want the buggy.”
“All right,” responded the sister.
“I’ll go feed the hosses,” said he, and went out. In a few minutes he returned. “Joe must give ’em a good rubbin’ when he comes, sister,” he said.
“All right,” replied the woman, and then turning to Mary, “Come.”
“What, ma’m?”
“Eat.” She touched the back of a chair. “Sam, bring the baby.” She stood and waited on the table.
Mary was still eating, when suddenly she rose up, saying:—
“Why, where is Mr. ——, your brother?”
“He’s gone to take a sleep outside,” said his sister. “It’s too resky for him to sleep in a house.”
She faintly smiled, for the first time, at the end of this long speech.